It disturbs me that drama drenched TV series can make me cry, when real life events seem to just flow over me. When my grandfather died several years ago I didn't cry at the funeral, or at the burial/internment, or any time really. I watch a stupid movie, or TV and I am done for when a character I barely know dies, excuse me it is a fucking character I don't know them, they aren't even real. I didn't know my grandfather really well, but then again I don't know my father well either and I lived in the same house as my dad for 15 years, and then during summers until I was 19, same goes for my mom and siblings. I don't know my family, I couldn't tell you what my younger brother or sister's favorite color is, we don't call each other when we need some one, I tend to opt for my friends. In fact there isn't much my little brother or sister could say that would make me drop what ever I was doing to get to them. Steph calls me up sobbing I can't understand a word she is saying, and I am there, it may take me awhile to find there or get there but I am there. Better point of fact I know my family can't or won't comfort me like my friends will, and I have the distinct feeling my family knows that too. I know my little brother wanted to kill me for a few years, he is getting over that and my sister and I are getting over hating how much better he had it because of how our mom treated him. The events in the past few days bring all this up for me again, while I feel for the people of VT, I felt more sad for one guy that fell over board on a ship doing his job, and a fictional rookie cop that go shot in a TV show than I felt for any of them, the hostages in Houston, not even a blip on my emotional radar, just an "oh really that happened?" It makes me wonder if a tragedy is only tragic to me if I know the back-story or the history of a person, or can some how manage to connect to them, it is like if I don't get it, what ever it was doesn't matter. As for the shootings at VT, I really should be able to relate to that, I'm a college student who attends class not expecting to be shot from hear to hell and back when I go to class, but there is some sort of block I can't. I think what happened is sad, and scary and I am thankful I haven't been put in that situation, I also think if I ever was in a situation like that I would want to die being a survivor would be horrible. That is kinda the way I think though I want the easy way out. My initial reaction to what happened was to be angry, why the hell is MSN at the scene of a crime in progress, why the hell were there students taking video and pictures of this, simply put other things are more important than documentation of the progress of a shooting. I found my anger first, not my sympathy, or shock, just anger and out rage. I don't really get it. Since several of my other opinions could lose me a friend or two I am gonna shut up now
